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). Anyway, the bar was open so of course I couldn't pass that up! Started off with some wine. Only fell one or two times on the dance floor (not too bad, huh?). Then on to the second act, I slightly recall giving my boyfriend a not-so-innocent lapdance at this very strict religious wedding (bride and groom were virgins...although they weren't quite so innocent after my performance). Anyway, the night goes on, wedding ends and we head home, only I get the bright idea that I need to stop at the liquor store! Being the enabler that he was, my boyfriend agreed. Somehow we ended up fighting and I stormed (stumbled?) out of the store, marched up to some random strangers and gave them some sob story about how I needed a ride home! So I end up on the back of a motorcycle with a stranger (in a dress). Meanwhile, where is my baby? Thank goodness she was with someone I trusted, but imagine if she wasn't? My mind was NOT even on her or her safety...it was on me, me, me and getting what I wanted. (It was only the next day that I actually realized what could have happened to ME as well....)
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